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[Page 124]

a lovely city in ruins - the work of their own guns - I am enclosing a button taken from one of the first batch of prisoners.

Bombs & shells are falling quite close as I write, over the road are some Austs playing pitch & toss, they're hot stuff, what!

I laughed this morning to see one of our men with a placard on his gas helmet "I need thee every hour".

I don't think much gas has been used in this stunt, the wind was the wrong way.

With love to all

Malcolm

I think I am going up in a few minutes to make roads for artillery.

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